Lucien’s POV
The moment the arrow struck the tree behind us, I wrapped Elena tighter in my arms and pivoted, shielding her with my body. My eyes scanned the tree line, sharp and predatory. Another arrow whistled through the air and buried itself in the dirt a foot from where we knelt.
I didn’t wait for a third.
I surged to my feet with Elena cradled against my chest. She was barely conscious, her skin cold and glowing faintly with the remnants of the Hollow’s power. Her eyes fluttered open just enough to find mine.
“They’re here,” she whispered, voice cracking.
“I know.”
I didn’t need to give orders. My wolves had already caught the scent. Howls rang out in the distance—sharp, alert, violent. The rogues had broken formation and were making a desperate, last-ditch push toward the Holl
